Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Yeah yeah I know, I'm getting awful about regular updates, I hear ya.Well at least this time I have finished objects to report wheeeeeeeOver the long weekend I got much sewing up done and now have FINISHED OBJECTS IN MY POSSESSION! Whoot!I also managed to get about 3 inches done on my PW cardigan body! Double YeeHaw!I sewed up Kelley's slippers (they have only been langushing for 7 months) *ahem*I have the Baby Bog, which is just too small for Evie *sigh* but it will make a good baby gift. I cast on absolutely nothing and did my darndest to just get some items finished.So without further ado, the pictures:

Friday, May 25, 2007

Now, Jessie stated she was so far removed from the blogger super highway she was surprised to get hit with the meme going around, so can you imagine my horror surprise?Okay so here it is, 7 things you probably did not want to know about me:

I have hobbit feet....and like them! Not hairy hobbit feet per se, but wide and short...and calloused because I'm a hillbilly and walk around barefoot at every opportunity. I was developing a bunion a couple years ago because I tried to be more lady like and wear shoes/boots/sandals with some kind of a heel on them. My poor lil hobbit feet thought they were torture, but tried to indulge me. I could go all day and night and be fine, but the moment those torture devices released the pressure from the nerve endings I was going to pay pay pay. Now that I've given up my quest to appear taller, my feets is happier. Precious. Now that I've discovered Crocs I am the happiest hillbilly in the world. Shoes that feel like I'm barefoot *swoon*

One of the silliest, smallest but incredibly joyful things in every single day is changing my MSN log-in name for the messenger feature. I don't necessarily actually change it on a daily basis, but I giggle with anticipation about it. Why you ask? Because of my FIL. He gets so funny about the names, almost like he thinks I do it just to hide from him...when in truth, it started to suit my mood for the day. I chit chat with Hubbo through the computer all day so it never occurred to me that FIL was trying to keep up with the name changes. Poor guy, now I have both his sons swapping up names on him (and it makes me giggle to no end) ((heh))

I want to move not JUST back to the south, but back to where I am near water. I've always been a water baby, and my babies are water babies, so it seems silly to live so far away from the water. Michigan, when you add up all the coast line from all the assorted lakes and rivers actually has more waterfront than Alaska! However, it's too cold to do squat with...and if it's not too cold, it's too polluted. Gimme that salty air thank ya veddy much. Do sheep like sea oats?

Pink has become my new favorite color ever since having a girl child. I was never a girly girl, though I had my moments. But I loathed the color pink. Not entirely sure why, it was almost a pride thing. I was proud to not like pink (can we all say 'nerd'?). Interestingly enough, my hubbo keeps finding pictures of me wearing pink. I still say those pics were snapped during my escapades into girlydom. Maybe it's because of Princess that I finally feel like I'm not alone in a sea of testosterone and can fully embrace how different girls are from boys? I always wanted to fit in as one of the boys (cause girls can be so mean) so maybe that was it? I dunno, I just know I love pink now. Just not that pansy shade of pink....

I want to make a huge beach blanket out of my frayed towels. Just sew em together and tada! Stop looking at me like that, it IS a good idea. The problem here is that ALL my towels are frayed somewhat (the teen boys are hardest on them) so if I carried out my plan, we'd all have to air dry until the budget could support new ones...and yall, that would seriously cut into the yarn money, so we know this will only remain in dreamland...for now.

Okay, now I know I already mentioned my feet, but there is another lil tidbit of secret knowledge that goes with them. Socks. I love knitting socks, always have a pair going on the needles....but hate hate hate wearing socks. There. It's out in the open now. I feel better, and lighter now that rabbit's outta the bag. This is not really a bad thing as I have 5 children who do wear socks and a hubbo that really loves his hand knits *whew* A bonus side effect to this is that the few pairs of hand knit socks I do have, last me forever and look so awesome when I do wear them out in the real world. My JessieMades look outstanding when worn with the crocs!

I miss my Granny more than I can describe. The only thing keeping me from just being all sad and depressed when I think about her is the knowledge that I will see her again in heaven. I love knowing without doubt that Jesus is the way, and she fully loved Him with all her heart. It was because of my respect for her and Bopie that I really looked at what they believed and why. It was their witness with their lives that led me to see who Christ was, and I have no doubt her continuous prayers for me as a child that saved my butt more than I wanna know. Miss you and Love you Granny Sue.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Took the family to Muskegon State Park this past weekend. What a hoot. It was WAY colder than I expected. Being from the south, the closer you get to the water (read: Gulf Coast) the warmer it gets. Up here in Yankeeland where everything is backwards, it naturally gets colder as you edge closer to the great block of ice they call "Lake Michigan". Seriously, it was 75 when we left the house, Muskegon is a 3 hour drive West....not north, just west. A reasonable human being would think "It's about the same temperature" ESPECIALLY when the weather report SAYS it's the same temp...you know, just for kicks, do you think they would check the weather AT the camp park site, or do they get giggles knowing that they are lulling campers into a false sense of 'lovely camping weather'??? So imagine my surprise when about 5 miles from our camp site, it starts getting cooler. We are watching the temp drop a staggering 15 degrees in under 5 miles. and NO ONE told us about the constant, persistent, gale force "breeze" that NEVER STOPS. ever.We had a cabin rented and brought the big tent. Daddio, the babies and I were going to cabin it up, the young men were going to tent it out. Well. Upon realizing we were all dressed for a luau in what must surely still be a vestige of a glacier, we decided to swap. The cabin was heated, there were 4 bunk beds. Perfect. Babies took one bunk, the 3 little men had the remainder. Daddio and I froze our hineys off......well that is not exactly true. Chalupa (the dog-Max) sat on our hineys growling at everything that even thought about moving. Because we had thought we were going to be in the cabin (with nice 70 degree nights) we only brought 2 blankets. Earlier in the evening it had been discovered that Daddio had forgotten all the towels and the BEDDING for the babies, so I had already made a Meijers run. The one blankie between me and an air mattress determined to suck all the living warmth out of me was just not cutting it. So I got up and grabbed 3 of the towels to insulate my side a little better. Daddio laughed at me. Within an hour he was practically shoving me off the bed trying to get on my towel insulated side. Ahem.He was promptly booted and directed to another pile of towels for his own use.We may have slept 2 winks between idiot dog growling.Morning arrived shortly after night had decided to skedaddle, as nights are want to do.Guess what else Daddio forgot? You guessed it, the percolator. He actually had to MOVE it to get to the camping chairs. Had his hand ON that magic pot the makes morning gogo juice. And he left it. Thank you Thank you Thank You Lord that we were there with Yo, Carrie Ted (Jeff) and Steph who would never in a billion years forget the coffee pot. (He also forgot the camping lanterns! Sheesh!)Alex and I decided while at Meijers (the first trip) that we were never letting Daddio pack up for camping again. Heheheheheheheheeeee (I love you honey)That day the boys spent climbing 40 foot tall sand dunes, leaping off the top and rolling the rest of the way down. Loved it. Princess settled for just rolling down a little and Ebear just jumped in place and rolled. By far and away, L was the most daring of the thrill seekers. I couldn't watch him much, too scary for a mum!All in all a good, if sleepy, time was had by all. The best mothers day gift was seeing how relaxed my husband was after months of this job stress stuff. He didn't mention work the entire time. Praise the Lord.

On the knitting front, I got Evies new socks done and started a pair for me! Already have one done and the toe for the second is on needles now. Yaaaaaaaaaty.

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

Last Thursday he got a Grand Jeep Cherokee, and within 3 days announced our family would never return to the 'other' cars again. So far he has spent one million hours watching youtube Jeep footage of mudding and trailing with the kids and I.All of our sons are now expecting Jeeps.We were going to get them some beat up VW's for them to fix up. Have an autoshop class in our garage so they would know how to repair, maintain and understand the limits of their cars. Reasonable and fun homeschool subject. Whoot!Only now, I can look forward to Wranglers and CJ's.Of course it will be handy having the boys know how to do the feirld repairs out on the trail, but still......

Our home and lifestyle have been changed irrevokably, we are now "Jeepers".